“But then, I get an email from another kid—this has to be the third one we’ve been named guardian of—that says something like, ‘Why have you abandoned me at school?’ So, hours later, we drive over to the school, and there’s some kind of party happening.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So anyhow, we finally find the kid and—”

“It’s our daughter.”

“No—it’s got the body of a really raggedy stuffed animal, and the head of—”

“A zombie?”

“No. Roberto Benigni.”

“I don’t even—”

“I know, right?”

***

Later, I’m walking to work, and I’ve got this Maroon 5 song stuck in my head. (“In the dayyyyyliiiigghht, etc.)

Then, finally, I see a rabbit and the excitement makes it go away. Then, I’m like, “Hey! I got that song out of my…IN THE DAYYYYYLIIIIIIGGHHHHHT….”

To the person who took the cup of coffee that I’d just set down at a table at my local cafe for the purposes of marking the space, while I went to retrieve my backpack: Apparently you didn’t notice my cup was full of still very hot coffee. I guess you didn’t see it, or bother to—I don’t know, look around maybe?—to see if anyone was, in fact, sitting there?

To whomever it was, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope you are eaten by a shark on your way home.